i'll dig up our recollection
of things we never did,
observing lies, lies
beneath layers
so i could have seen
a side of you nobody else did.
i fell apart in your arms
for you to collect
tears and tears and fears
then you turned into air,
i already told you
happiness can sometimes be
too great of a burden to bear.
but you text me at
4:33 in the morning,
after we already forgot,
we forgot, we forgot
we did what?- we slow
danced at 3:05 to remember
memories i am mourning.
o, i would love to be
aware of how it is
to be you and to be
known, without knowing.
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poesía''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
